Yes, the internet was right: rain was general all over San Francisco. It was falling on every part of the Mission, on the Haight, falling softly upon the Lake of Stow and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Pacific waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely tower on the hill. Our souls swooned slowly as we heard the rain falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
—with apologies to James Joyce